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Written By Griffin

Aug. 21, 2022, 1:58 a.m.(3/26/1018 AR)

One year ago. (Give or take.)

Funny, I don't remember the snow. Is it because we are having a particularly bad winter, or was I just enamoured with her? How much one can grow in a year.

I have finally figured out what language that had bothered me for several years. I think I am going to try again to bring my muse back to life by going on a trip. At least I'm going on a trip. We'll see about the muse. And funnily enough, I went to the Feast of the Senses, trying to put my past behind me once and for all.. I wasn't depressed even though I talked about her. And I quite enjoyed my companion - even though I did not capture her name at the end of the feast. She told me: If I wanted to know her name, look for the Marquessa of the Phoenix.

Marquessa? Three things do I know about you. That's a start.

Written By Griffin

June 12, 2022, 9:59 p.m.(10/25/1017 AR)

I finally made it to the Sleeping Knight. Surprisingly, it went okay!

Written By Griffin

May 28, 2022, 11:28 p.m.(9/23/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

Of course you could have my problem, and be stuck at a single line.

Written By Griffin

May 28, 2022, 11:27 p.m.(9/23/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

Of course you could have my problem, and be stuck at a single line.

Written By Griffin

Feb. 21, 2022, 6:57 p.m.(2/27/1017 AR)

And *that* is why I turned out the opposite of my sisters.

Written By Griffin

Nov. 15, 2020, 2 a.m.(5/21/1014 AR)

My heart is heavy. It would seem we are going to war. There's a difference between talking about at, and seeing your front gates all covered in blood. Ember grits her teeth and tells them to try and take her down; she'll die trying I'm afraid.

Shyanne has made the move between flirting, to taking it one steps closer. And I? Not so many months ago I would have considered it. Now? But then again, she's different..

Of course, Wash has begun a one man campaign to introduce me to my 'wife'. It was a joke on its outset, and began to work over time, until it wasn't a joke. I think. Too many things were happening at once, including some poetry from before my muse stopped.

It seems to me the words, even from before, are dead. But then again I had a full bottle of wine that made me just a little bit woozy. Or I had nearly a full bottle of wine to drown the words, stuck in my mouth as they were.

Why can't I write? Not even prose.

I'm going to ask Wash just how serious he was..

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